Amy Catanzano: The Imaginary Present

DEAR ALETHEIA, EPOCHÉ WRITES. I hope this finds you submerged in love, where I know you are happiest. And, of course, in the life you pursue wandering, where the Theory of the Derivé most certainly flourishes, which I also hold to the highest regard and think of often. Its warped, rose surface. However, as you must be aware, there is some urgency to my communication, as I would never break cover without extraordinary reasons, but, alas, here I am, unearthed, having survived the mental and physical ambiences, unbroken. So, let me be precise: I have caught word of the existence of psychogeographies. They appear located near the center of the surveillance ruins, where evolution grows. And the encounters we will inevitably find there. I know I shouldn’t convey too much, but I must, please forgive me, communicate the exact coordinates that must be sought. Or, I am hoping, I will be by your side as we investigate. I am undecided if you will remember me, the role I played in your social morphology, and the later role I played in the first navigational charts of the sentient continents. Now, for the center jewel: I have obtained the iEpiphany. It is transmitting shortly. Helicoidally yours, Epoché